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Susu heard Gugu calling out "godmother" and turned her head to look too. Perhaps influenced by Gugu, she also called out in a milky voice, "Godmother."

Xun Qingqing heard them calling her and immediately felt her previous sense of loss vanish. She happily waved at them.

After the Emperor and the others had walked far away, Jun Wuxian lowered his eyes to look at Xun Qingqing. "You seem quite fond of children."

Xun Qingqing lifted her chin, "Of course, Taotao and Susu are both smart and cute, the most likable kind."

Jun Wuxian chuckled lightly, "Then after getting married, have a pair of your own, they are certain to be cute and smart."

That tone sounded to Xun Qingqing like he was joking. There were no plans for a marriage, so where would the children come from?

She did not take up the conversation but instead changed the subject, "Let’s continue our stroll."

Jun Wuxian asked, "Go to Yuelao Temple?"

Xun Qingqing didn’t care where they went, as long as they dropped the current topic. "Sure."

Jun Wuxian looked back at Susu and Taotao, who had already disappeared into the crowd. Shen Chuwei and Xiaojiu looked similar. Having a daughter that resembled Xiaojiu as a child was too coincidental.

It seemed he needed to investigate again.

When they arrived at Yuelao Temple and saw it surrounded by young men and women, Xun Qingqing froze, then it dawned on her that Yuelao Temple was a place to pray for a good marriage.

She didn’t have a marriage to pray for... Was Jun Wuxian thinking of praying for a marriage match?

Jun Wuxian closed up his folding fan and said warmly, "Let’s go in."

"Okay." Xun Qingqing followed Jun Wuxian into the temple.

Inside Yuelao Temple, many young men and women were hanging matchmaking plaques on the bodhi tree.

Jun Wuxian glanced around the Yuelao Temple. The place wasn’t big and was visible at a glance, though it was crowded with people.

"It seems that Yuelao Temple is only for praying for marital matches."

Xun Qingqing: "..." Otherwise, why would it be called Yuelao Temple?

She looked up at Jun Wuxian, "Are you looking to pray for a marriage match?"

Jun Wuxian looked at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "No need."

"Then why come to Yuelao Temple?"

"Just curious to have a look."

"..."

Thinking about it, a noble son like Jun Wuxian wouldn’t need to pray for a marriage match; surely countless women were fond of him.

Jun Wuxian reopened his folding fan and looked sideways at Xun Qingqing, "Let’s go somewhere else for fun."

"Okay." Xun Qingqing took one last look back at Yuelao Temple before leaving. In the past, she definitely would have gone in to pray for a marriage match, but now she no longer needed to.

At this time, the place was most crowded, especially Yuelao Temple.

As Xun Qingqing turned around, she was bumped by someone entering and lost her balance, falling backward.

She cried out in alarm, "Ah!!"

Jun Wuxian’s reflexes were quick, and he stretched out his arm to catch Xun Qingqing as she fell, then protected her in his embrace. Too many people were coming in, as if chased by something.

In truth, it was to hurry and pray for marriage, because every Double Seventh Festival, if you arrived late, not only would the bodhi tree be filled with plaques, but there also wouldn’t be any left to pray for marriage with.

Xun Qingqing, startled by her near fall, only relaxed when held protectively in Jun Wuxian’s arms. Feeling her cheek pressed against his chest, his summer clothes were so thin, it seemed she could feel his warm skin.

As she realized she was being held by Jun Wuxian, her face flushed, and her heart hammered uncontrollably.

She sneaked a glance up at Jun Wuxian, and due to their height difference, she could only see his attractive jawline from this angle.

The light of the lamp made his handsome features seem almost ethereal, captivating and hard to look away from.

As the crowd thinned, Jun Wuxian finally loosened his hold on Xun Qingqing. "All right, we can leave this place now."

"Okay." Xun Qingqing, blushing, stepped back from his embrace, secretly relieved that she was wearing a veil, otherwise Jun Wuxian would surely have seen her red face.

After leaving Yuelao Temple, Xun Qingqing was somewhat distracted.

Jun Wuxian surveyed the stalls lining the street and noticed one selling clay figurines, reminding him that Xiaojiu quite liked clay figurines. Most girls should like them, right...

He grabbed Xun Qingqing’s wrist and headed toward the stall selling clay figurines.

Xun Qingqing followed him, puzzled.

The seller was an old man around the age of fifty, dressed in coarse clothing, with graying hair and a deeply lined face, but smiling at the sight of customers. "Young master, would you like to buy a clay figurine?"

Jun Wuxian turned to look at Xun Qingqing, "Pick out one for yourself."

Xun Qingqing was stunned for a moment before realizing that Jun Wuxian wanted to buy a clay figurine for her.

"All right." She crouched down in front of the stall and looked at the dozens of clay figurines, picking out two, one male and one female, both finely crafted.